or I’ll break. Something
needs to roll my way. Something

needs to come from this. All I am
this is. I give you everything. I bring

you my heart for you to carve it up. I
give you spirit in every line before

I have mine. I bring you honesty and
Truth. But I’m starting to feel used. I

bleed profusely on each line. I cry alone
all the time. The loneliness of the gift

is showing its wear – but no one here
is aware.